Comfort

Going homeless (or not), that's now the primary focus of my time. The biggest obstacle is a mindset, one that permeates most of the population in empire and the developed nations (i.e., the "West"). I have been brought up in a "home" environment. My family moved from apartment dwelling to home ownership in the suburbs of Hawai'i Kai. So, I have lived somewhat comfortably during my formative years. And, I have been indoctrinated into the legitimacy of residing in a home. So, homelessness goes "against the grain" of my very upbringing.

One aspect of my approach to homelessness (i.e., motorhomelessness) is that I am able to pay for monthly parking in a parking structure in town for the homeless motorhome (read: luxury minivan). I am certain that the majority of homeless people with vehicles cannot or will not pay $100+ per month for parking. I may be able to find a parking structure that has a lax security regime, or so I hope. Of course, I would be very discreet when sleeping in the homeless motorhome. Unauthorized street parking, on the other hand, is a game of chance. Too risky for my tastes.

As I mentioned in the "blog" yesterday, I have absolutely nothing to do once I return to Waimanalo. So, I connect both the iPad® tablet computer and the cheap "smartphone" to the Net. Either one of the devices serves as the dedicated viewing screen for the RT news stream depending on the other trivial tasks that must be completed simultaneously. Believe me, without the RT news stream, I would go insane. And, Waimanalo is not exactly a great place to go insane. Sheesh!

In the meantime, I have mummified the internal debate (often described ad nauseam in the "blog") over "chump change" expenses and miscellaneous trivial divestitures of useless possessions. Either the expense is eliminated, or not. Either the useless crap is divested, or not. No debate necessary. Just know that my whole life, physically speaking, can fit unobtrusively in a luxury minivan. No one would even suspect that it was a homeless motorhome. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Have you been enjoying the pictures in the "blog" of myriad young hotties? Do the pictures of gorgeous hotties add to or detract from the "blog"? There was a time when the "blog" only sporadically included pictures of hotties in postings. Now, there are seven such pictures featured daily. Well, there are several more pre-formatted posts awaiting publishing. So, we will going into the month of February with more pictures of young hotties.

Anyway, going back to the original topic, I have enjoyed a somewhat comfortable middle-class life-style. There were hardships when I was a mere youngster, but I have no recollection of the time. So, therein lies the difficulty with downgrading to abject homelessness. Yet, the time is approaching rapidly. All other avenues have been closed. Perhaps foolish pride keeps me from accepting the fact of my low social standing. I am no longer a member of any social class. I own no property. My material possessions are limited. I have no profession, no title per se. I have nothing but myself. And, there is no way to differentiate myself from the "low-life scum."

Foolishly, I decided to extend the tenure of my visits to the snobbish coffee shop in town for another day in order to take advantage of the $1 baked goods special (expiring tomorrow) and also exploit the free wireless Net "hotspot." I procured an expensive cup of coffee as usual. Otherwise, the agenda and itinerary of the day remained the same.

A certain fitness and training hottie made a surpise visit to the gym. Baby was most likely instructing one of the promotional exercise classes for new members. Baby was looking mighty fine, by the way. Unfortunately, baby did not come around. So, I will not be "saved." Boohoo.

On the bus ride back to Hawai'i Kai, I was privy to overhear a guy conversing on his "smartphone" to his mother. Actually, all of the passengers could hear him. He detailed his current situation, which was quite alarming. He was just in an automobile accident with this morning. With no insurance, he is banking on the fault being placed on the other driver involved. He was also in a motorcycle accident recently, which still hasn't been settled. Behind in his rent, he is going to ask his friends for loans. His doctor discontinued some of his medication because the latter allegedly lowered his blood pressure below normal. He will be seeing his "shrink" as soon as possible. He was trying to not think about his situation, or he might "crack." And, I thought that I had it bad. Sheesh!

Fringe

I am close to ending the first month of my stay in Waimanalo. Changes in my life-style were drastic and disheartening. Expenses have gone up. Commuting time has increased. Severe disruptions in my evening outing routine has occurred. Overall, a real "shock to the system." Now, homelessness is looming. What are we to make of that lunacy?

With that said, I will tentatively be mummifying my visits to the snobbish coffee shop in town this weekend. I may also take myself entirely off of coffee again. Cost is an issue. Moreover, coffee does little to supplement my diet with nutrients. Sadly, I will not have any access to any wireless Net "hotspots" during the day if that decision is finalized. And, I will have an hour of extra time on my hands, which could be either good or bad depending on what I do with that time.

I should also mention that the passing fad of tablet computers is not entirely the fault of "phablets." During my daily observations, I have come to realize that it is the 24-hour data connectivity of "smartphones" that has led to the disappearing appeal of tablet computers. People want to be continuously and perpetually connected to the Net. No disruptions. That's why fools are seen charging their "smartphones" at any available electric outlet, convenient or not. The device must always remain powered on. Otherwise, they would miss out on ... what?

Of course, now that I am deploying the cheap "smartphone" exclusively in public venues, I look exactly like the typical moronic "smartphone" user. No one knows what I am finger-typing into the device, and no one cares. To the casual onlooker, I am just another social network addict. Yeah, it's all so inane.

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Moms has not been feeling well all week, with some days being better than others. Extreme dizziness has kept moms homebound. So, I had to pick up our lunch and bring it back. Moms mentioned that Uncle T visited her yesterday with Aunty Maria. Moms felt well enough to join them for lunch at a nearby restaurant. Aunty Maria is now in a care home and appears to be suffering from dementia. And, no one has been able to contact Aunty Emily for some reason.

No evening outing to Kahala yet again. Every night, I have been procuring greasy "value menu" items at the fast food joint in Hawai'i Kai, even after dining on a decent meal elsewhere. Then, I loiter for a spell in order to exploit the free wireless Net "hotspot." In actuality, I am just wasting time because I don't want to return to Waimanalo too early. There's nothing for me to in Waimanalo except to spend time on the Net. That's the way it was at Chaos Manor (read: rental housing) for the longest time. I felt so claustrophobic, which is why the evening outings in Kahala came to be.

Yes, homelessness is looming. I don't believe that I could remain in Waimanalo for longer than another month. There are no rental housing options in town. As stated previously, I will either be subject to age discrimination or income-based restrictions. In some cases, the landlords expect me the borne the full cost of providing legal documents pertaining to my assets or credit rating. So, my only exit from Waimanalo will be one form of homelessness or another.

Next month, which is only a day away, will prove interesting. I will be investigating the availability of undisturbed overnight parking, visiting automobile dealerships to begin the process of purchasing a luxury minivan, inquiring about other sheltered options for the homeless, amongst other pressing issues. Why has it come to this?

Alive

The attempted robbery of my gym bag a few days ago has made me seriously consider the divestiture of the iPad® tablet computer. I don't dare take it with me to town anymore. I certainly will not leave it in the gym bag as I did prior, even though I now have a really secure lock. Material possessions are not meant to be worried about. Otherwise, enslavement to the possessions occurs. And, as I edge toward homelessness, I realize that I cannot carry anything of value on me or store valuables in a homeless motorhome (read: minivan).

Of course, the iPad® may not be worth much anymore. Tablet computers apparently were just a fad, now fading into obscurity behind "phablets." Even I am discovering the power of the "smartphone." Although, I must report that the Web browser of the iPhone® is unable to edit the "blog" at all. But, I digress.

I am still experiencing mixed feelings about my impending homelessness. Mind you, I was homeless in Convalescent City in Cali for about three months as detailed in the old journal. I was not homeless on the streets, though. I had either slept on the couch at friends' places or rented a motel room for the night. All of my worldly possessions were stuffed in my "six-four," as my motor vehicle was lovingly referred to. Ah, those were the days. I was younger and more foolish. But, I digress again.

Now, I am considering a long-term (i.e., several years) commitment to living out of a homeless motorhome. While not as rough as street or sheltered homelessness, the trials and tribulations of motorhomelessness are not easy either. Can you imagine sleeping in the back of a luxury minivan every night? Can you imagine not have a stable place to return to when you please? Oh, that's the way it is for me already. Sheesh!

Although I have a temporary place to rent in Waimanalo, there are many drawbacks. I must abide by certain rules imposed by the landlord. Rules, no matter how valid or ridiculous, constricts my freedom. And, when I am paying out big money for restrictions on my freedom, I become quite displeased. I alteady live in a prison-like society. I don't need to be imprisoned or constrained any further. Freedom, in my old age, is my only quest.

I really don't know why I have doubts about my possible future foray into real homelessness. I am essentially homeless now, just like most renters. No money, no home. Perhaps the stigma of homelessness is the reason. Or, that homelessness is against the law (legislated by "tools" of the "one percent"). I am an old codger now. I have no one to impress. No babes, particularly a certain training and fitness hottie, are coming around. In preparation for homelessness, I divested nearly all of my worldly possessions. My entire life-style has already been modified for transient conditions. And, no one would really care whether I was homeless or not, well, except for the militarized police force.

Provided that undisturbed overnight parking could be found, the homeless motorhome would be more than tolerable. A luxury minivan is quite comfortable. During the day, I can easily find free shaded parking at one of the dens of consumerism (read: shopping malls). From there, I can transport myself by bus to fulfill my daily agenda and itinerary. Commute times would be minimized, too. And, I can return to the minivan to relax and rest, even lapsing in and out of a coma in relative quiet. What more could anyone ask for?

The advantage of being homeless is that the anxiety of anticipating homelessness vanishes. There is no more "hand-wringing" about when the threshold of homelessness will be crossed (i.e., savings runs out, fired from wage slave job, sudden rent increase, mortgage default). Once homelessness is attained, basic survival is all that's left. Superficial concerns over material comfort is irrelevant. Freedom on a raw animal level is experienced. The essence of mortality comes to the forefront. The sense of actually being alive is restored. No more embalming fluid! No more mummification!

Peak Foolishness

In continuing the discussion in the "blog" post of yesterday, I must mention that regional wars are just "small change" in the world theater. The big money, the grand prize, is awarded to the winner(s) of a global conflagration which involves nations with enormous wealth and resources such as the People's Republic of China and the Russian Federation. War reparations, reconstruction financing, and war "booty" from the loser(s) are what causes the mouths of the "one percent" to salivate. The "West" can no longer sustain itself. Its own debt has been rehypothecated too many times over. The debt peons of "Western" society, the "99 percent," have exhausted their paltry net worth. Most of them are in prison anyway, for other seemingly unrelated crimes.

We have to understand the position of the "one percent." Their entire wealth stream is generated from debt and fraud. The only way that the weath of the "one percent" can increase is if debt continually increases. Thus, debt service increases. The "one percent" are also using debt to their advantage. They incur more and more debt to increase the size of their holdings much more rapidly than through cash transactions alone. Fortunately, their debt service is offset by incurring more debt for loan payments while at the same time realizing extremely high capital gains increases as a result of asset price inflation caused by the debt itself. It is a vicious cycle that must constantly increase in velocity. Any slowdown would cause a debt collapse and the "one percent" would be in dire straits.

The on-going reduction in oil and petrol prices has been accepted as a blessing by the rank-and-file peons as opposed to the moneychangers and powers-that-be who believe that those lower energy prices will fuel a deflationary spiral. The lower oil prices are being spearheaded by Saudi Arabia, which has no intention of curbing production amidst the growing oil glut. Why?

A little over a decade ago, Peak Oil doomsayers were predicting that Saudi Arabia (SA), where the largest and oldest oil fields are located, was soon to reach the top of the Hubbert curve. After that, oil supplies was suppose to dwindle and Peak Oil would be upon us. However, the SA oil producers began to inject sea water into the wells to "goose" output. The ruse served to discredit the Peak Oil doomsayers. Now, the "chickens have come home to roost." After a decade-plus of salt water injection, the SA oil producers are unable to curb production without a severe degradation of the quality of the crude oil. Thus, it has to maintain production until the reserves are depleted. From all projections, that should occur within five years.

Once SA goes off-line, oil prices will rapidly spike upward. There will be no alternative sources of oil derivatives at that point in time because the low price for crude oil that is projected to continue along with overproduction will effectively crush all alternative oil production methods. We can now truly understand the "Western" drive toward a global conflagration. The entire financial "system" of the "West" will collapse once Peak Oil hits. All superficial forms of wealth are worthless as energy becomes scarce.

In the context of all that has been discussed, the reason that the Russian Federation and the People's Republic of China are being targeted is extremely clear. Humans appear to have a great inclination toward self-destruction. Aside from global thermonuclear war, we have the crises of overpopulation, global climate change, pollution, mass species extinction, to name a few. Mind you, those crises are set to converge at approximately the same time and cause a major chain reaction. Sadly, we have passed the point of no return. Self-destruction is imminent.

Another day in pseudo-paradise. After a long commute to town, I discovered that the water supply in the gym had to be shut off because the newly-installed sump pump failed just minutes prior. So, I procured an expensive cup of coffee at the snobbish coffee shop. Once I accessed the free wireless Net "hotspot," I continued to compose the "blog." Sadly, I rediscovered why the stock Web browser was initially abandoned. I cannot format text or create hyperlinks using the editing toolbar. The only solution, short of reinstating the Chrome browser, is to forgo or avoid all formatting. Is there no end to stupidity?

I ended up returning to Hawai'i early. I completed my cardio workout at the Hawai'i Kai gym and also took a shower there. I was planning to make the trek to Kahala for my evening outing, but I missed the desired bus by a couple of minutes. The next bus would have set me back 35 minutes, so I nixed the plan. Oh well.

Babylon Five

No evening outing last night. Weather was not the reason. I decided that I would rather return to Waimanalo early and spend even more time than usual on the Net. I first stopped off at the fast food joint in Hawai'i Kai in order to procure one greasy "value menu" item for dinner. Of course, I exploited the free wireless Net "hotspot" with the cheap "smartphone."

The attempted robbery of my valuables at the gym on Sunday has made me rethink my viewpoint of material possessions. Do I really need any material possessions at all? Obviously a ludicrous question. Yet, I have to wonder. Currently, I only own two things that are worth more than $80 (original retail value) ... the iPad® tablet computer and the Nissan® Frontier truck. That's it. Everything else, which isn't much, is worth a lot less.

Had I carried the iPad® with me on Sunday, I could have lost it through theft. Although I can easily replace it, I must always worry about whether it will be stolen or damaged. I am better off without it. And, if I end up having to survive in a homeless motorhome (read: minivan), then I certainly don't want to store it inside the vehicle. Why is petty theft becoming so prevalent? Could it be that all of the "high rollers" that I observe strutting around are actually just a paycheck or two away from homelessness? Could it be that they are "up to their ears" in debt just to present the imagery of affluence? and, could it be that the poor are just getting poorer?

According to an Oxfam report, the number of billionaires who control over fifty percent of global weath has dwindled down to 80 people in 2014 from 388 people just four years prior. The wealth of the "upper crust" is increasing exponentially and being concentrated in less hands, so to speak. What happens when just three people control that amount of wealth? By that time, the entire "one percent" will own the whole planet. The rest of us will simply be debtors and renters. People who "own" their homes outright should not fool themselves. They are still subject to repossession if property taxes become delinquent.

Some people may feel that I am over-reacting to situation that has built-in "checks and balances." Unfortunately, the global central banks have usurped all "checks and balances" with the tools of peon enslavement, that is, zero interest rate policy (ZIRP) and "quantitative easing" (QE). What people don't seem to understand is that the entire planet is functioning on debt alone. The interest and principle are payable to the "one percent." Even world governments are subservient to the debt holders, the creditors. There is so much debt that interest rates can never rise again over several lifetimes. Not to worry, the "one percent" still make huge profit when interest rates are close to zero percent. And, they truly benefit by the asset inflation and capital gains speculation that have been made possible by the near-free money.

My advice to anyone is ... Get out of Babylon! ... errr, I meant, plan for homelessness. Don't rent a place to live. Don't get stuck in a mortgage in order to "own" a place to live. Plan to emancipate yourself from wage slavery as soon as possible. Finally, severe all ties and move out of empire, if possible. Go where you can live cheaply. There's no escape from the global reach of the "one percent." However, there are places where what little money you have saved will allow you to at least enjoy life. So, why am I offering such advice?

Clearly, the "West" and its military arm are in decline. Extreme debt is what is fueling the entire "Western machine." Debt begets more debt, a deadly accelerating vortex that only increases in size and velocity. Once the entirety of "Western" society is encumbered in debt slavery as it is now, then debt saturation occurs. The "machine" begins to slow down and unwind, which threatens the entire foundation of the wealth of the "one percent." Regional wars, such as those created by "Western" powers in the Middle East, serve to buffer debt saturation temporarily. In other words, "We had to destroy the village to save it," by imposing new debt for reconstruction and regime change, all payable to the "one percent." Eventually, debt parity is achieved, which requires new "markets" of debt generation. We can see where that's going. Global limited thermonuclear war between the "Western" nuclear powers and the "Eastern" nuclear powers (i.e., People's Republic of China and the Russian Federation). First, it begins as a game of brinkmanship over a few contrived "hotspots." Then, it escalates to thermonuclear war. The "limited" aspect, as theorized by clinically insane "Western" war planners over 40 years ago, is that the "West" will be able to blitzkrieg the "East" into a quick surrender with a barrage of nuclear missiles (but not of sufficient number to cause a "Nuclear Winter"). Once the war is "won" by the "West," new debt markets will have emerged. The "one percent" will be placated ... for a short while. Insane, very insane.

Another day of the usual agenda and itinerary. No progress was made concerning the upcoming homeless decision. I did, however, discover that the difficulty with editing the "blog" is the fault of the Chrome browser, most likely a problem with its JavaScript engine. Editing works fine in the generic browser that is also installed on the cheap "smartphone." Can you believe it?

Hot

Composition of the "blog" using the cheap "smartphone" has been discontinued pending an investigation of the crappy Chrome browser. It seems that, after every software update of the browser, strange things happen in the Blogger® Web editor. The worst part is that typing text produces odd character streams. Deleting the characters also deletes unrelated embedded pictures. As it stands, embedding and resizing the pictures of hotties is a task onto itself. More grief is not needed.

The culprit could also be the crappy stock virtual keyboard. I have deleted all of its preferences as a precaution. Well, if the problem is the virtual keyboard, then the cheap "smartphone" is a "piece of shit" after all. I can install other virtual keyboards, so a solution could be found soon. Again, in the meantime, the cheap "smartphone" cannot be trusted with critical tasks. Unfortunately, due to the attempted theft yesterday at the gym, I will not bring the iPad® tablet computer with me to town anymore. Not even the new lock will assure me of safety from attempted theft.

As mentioned yesterday in the "blog," the next series of posts will simply be a photography album of young hotties. In other words, the content will be focused on pictures of young hotties. Any text will be filler material to maintain the look of a legitimate post. For example, peruse the young hotties in the picture above. Who would not want to do da wild thing with hotties like them?

Or, how about the hotties in the picture above? What is it about young hotties that causes the testosterone of old codgers to surge? Why do young hotties convert an old geezer into a "dirty old man"? And, let's face it. Hotties know that they are hotties. Why else would they wear such skimpy swimwear? Can they actually swim in those tiny outfits without the unintentional revealing of extremely curvy features? Of course, speaking as an old codger, I would be satisfied if a certain fitness and training hottie decided to come around.

Curves, and more curves. That's what makes a hottie even hotter. What do you say? I knew that you would agree. Imagine if the ol' lavahead had a curvy hottie to keep him company. Would he be consider homelessness? Would he be divesting all of his worldly possessions? Would he be wasting his time composing the "blog"? Would he claim to be a monk? Would he be "testing" the Vienna Sausage anymore? Or, would he doing da wild thing all day long with baby?

There are quite a few babes who wear tight workout outfits at the gym. Obviously, those tight outfits reveal the curviest features of hotties who wear them. When the ol' lavahead espies myriad gym hotties (especially a certain training and fitness hottie) wearing tight workout outfits, he experiences a surge of testosterone that magnifies his strength for the short-term. His endurance also increases. Why do hotties have such an effect on old codgers?

Oh baby! Hotties everywhere! So, that's a sample of the content that will accompany the pictures of hotties in the "blog" for several more postings. Heck, I may simply copy and paste the same text over and over again. Why not? It's not the text content that's important. The pictures of hotties is the main (and only) focal point. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Moms is doing fine. Time seems to stand still during the Hawai'i Kai visits, probably because moms never aged beyond 70 years. Moms has been 70 years old for the last 23 years. Unfortunately, I cannot say the same for myself. Tomorrow, I will be aging as usual.

Robbery

Upon unequivocally embracing the cheap "smartphone" yesterday, I came to realize that the small iPad® mini 2 tablet computer is way too big and heavy to be considered portable. It is great for use in a home, or when adequate space is available in public areas. For a rational homeless guy, the iPad® may as well be a desktop computer. With that said, I am planning to limit the deployment of the iPad® to home-like environments only. Yes, even the VOIP phone idea has been shelved. The cheap "smartphone" will now assume full mobile responsibilities. And, were it not for the "blog," I could easily get by with the cheap "smartphone" alone.

There are days in which I feel that I am ready to assume the mantle of homelessness. Then, there are days in which I have serious doubts that I could last more than a week under such duress. Options are rapidly disappearing, though. As I mentioned previously in the "blog," room rental listing are dwindling, with monthly rents mostly above $1,000 per month. Once my temporary reprieve in Waimanalo is over, there will be only be homelessness awaiting me. Whether I am ready or not will be irrelevant at that point.

So, my upcoming task will be focused on locating possible undisturbed overnight parking spots for a homeless motorhome. Solitary camping in the open is out of the question, not even in emergency situations. I would be easy prey for the homeless predators who cruise around for victims late at night. All other homeless issues and logistics are trivial. I have already engineered solutions for the latter and former anyway. Right now, the "jury is still out" concerning the exact homeless timetable.

In any case, I have been configuring the cheap "smartphone" to be an all-in-one homeless appliance. For example, I can set the alarm to go off at the exact time that I must vacate the undisturbed overnight parking spot. The cheap "smartphone" will also suffice as a general purpose clock. The homeless motorhome will have charging ports, so the cheap "smartphone" can recharged on-board. No searching for "free" electricity. The "blog" will most likely be back on a sporadic schedule. So, the iPad® may then be divested or stored safely somewhere.

The usual itinerary and agenda was observed once again. Howver, the morning was marred by yet another break-in of my locker at the gym. I had dropped off my gym bag in a locker and walked to the snobbish coffee shop to procure an expensive cup of coffee. The place was packed with people, so I was not able to relax and connect to the Net through the free wireless "hotspot" with the cheap "smartphone." When I returned, I found my lock and gym bag missing. I reported the incident to Brandon, who was working at the front desk. With his assistance, the ruffled gym bag was located in a other locker. Nothing was stole, thank Molech. And, fortunately, I chose to not carry the iPad® with me today. Again, thank Molech.

Only my bus pass was in my gym bag at the time of the attempted robbery. The police were called, but nothing could be done. No one witnessed the travesty. So, I ended up purchasing a new, albeit quality, lock for $12 and some change. Sadly, not even the sight of a certain fitness and training hottie could bring redemption to the day. Baby was looking mighty fine by the way. Unfortunately, baby did not come around.

Anyway, no evening outing in Kahala again. Cancelled due to bad weather. I returned to Waimanalo early after procuring dinner in the Hawai'i Kai area. The landlord offered me leftovers from an earlier family get-together. How could I refuse?

On a side note, the crappy Chrome browser on the cheap "smartphone" is acting up. It is doing all kinds of strange things while I am attempting to compose the "blog." It is also deleting embedded pictures (i.e., hottie pictures). Very frustrating. So, the next 23 days of posts will simply be a photography album of hottie pictures. Any important developments will be stated in the last paragraph.

Gym

I had planned to mummify and divest the cheap "smartphone" this morning. However, I just couldn't bring myself to ride the bus from town to the huge discount electronics store in Iwilei. So, I ended up at the snobbish coffee shop for a cup of expensive coffee. While there, I connected to the free wireless Net "hotspot" and refilled the no-contract service subscription for the cheap "smartphone." At $35 per month, I really need to use the device to the fullest.

The main purpose of my jaunt to town is to exercise at the gym. Yeah, the commute from Waimanalo to Hawai'i Kai, then the bus ride to town, just to go to the gym in town. Even if I only remained in Hawai'i Kai for the day, the purpose would still be the same. Since I really have nothing else to do, or should I say that my options have been steadily diminished for me by oppression or stupidity, the gym is an all-inclusive activity.

I spend about three hours per day at the gym to exercise. I spend about Hottier or so in the weight room. Then, my cardio routine takes about 45 minutes. My shower runs about ten minutes to accomplish a thorough cleaning and exfoliation. Finally, I sit in one of the comfortable chairs adjacent to the front desk for a spell in order to cool off and prepare for the bus jouney back to Hawai'i Kai.WIIncidentally, when I am at the Hawai'i Kai gym, the routine is the same.

The gym is also the drop-off point for my gym bag. If I must be somewhere else for whatever reason, I put my gym bag in a locker and leave to perform those errands with only the necessities on me. The same holds true prior to my visit to the snobbish coffee shop. Of course, in the event that I elect to purchase a homeless motorhome, the gym will bbecome even more crucial to survival. I will have to stop in at least two more times daily daily just to service my hygienic needs.

Naturally, there are young hotties at the gym. That goes without saying. However, they are few and far between. Overall, there are more young hotties at the Hawai'i Kai gym than the one in town. And, the snobbish coffee shop has even more young hotties than either gym. Why is that? Anyway, as an old codger, the number of young hotties who are at the gym is irrelevant. And, when I refer to "young" hotties, I must clarify that even forty-something babes are young in comparison to my geriatric self. Sheesh!

That brings me to my favorite young hottie, a certain 45-year-old fitness and training hottie. Baby resembles the training babe in the picture above insofar as body type is concerned. Unfortunately, baby has not come around. Obviously, I will not be "saved." Woe is me!

No evening outing in Kahala. Cancelled due to bad weather again. I procured dinner at the fast food joint in Hawai'i Kai, the decision of which was skewed to the latter because of the availability of free wireless Net access. Then, I returned to Waimanalo earlier than usual.

By the way, the even cheaper cellphone that I was considering (and even cheaper service plan) was probably not a good deal. The included 60 minutes of "talk" time covers a span of three months. Obviously, the budget service plan is there primarily to provide a stable phone number and voicemail. I will eventually switch to that plan once the final decision about homelessness is in.

Pulchritude

I continue to be surprised at the breadth of the welfare state in Hawai'i. Yesterday, riding the bus in the early afternoon proved educational. Thebus was crowded. There were a handful of wage slaves and university students. Lots of senior citizens, too. However, the majority of passengers were unclassified. My guess is that they are on some kind of income entitlement program, either welfare or permanent disability. On any given day, there are thousands of income entitlement recipients milling about or loitering in various locations.

"Free" money (i.e., income), free food, free lodging, "free" health insurance, and more are all available to anyone who knows how to "game the system." That's why there are so many illegal and legal immigrants here. The homeless from the mainland empire are also flocking to the islands for the same reason. As you may recall, my homeless buddy had told me that the homeless from the mainland empire actually call their buddies to persuade them to come to Hawai'i. They quickly share the "tricks of the trade" in order to obtain "free" services immediately upon arrival. One of the bus drivers whom I know fairly well has confirmed that many new homeless candidates arriving at the airport know exactly where to go and what to do.

I, on the other hand, possess very little homeless wisdom. I have been able to acquire a few tips from my homeless buddy, thank Molech. Thus, I have learned many of the nefarious "tricks of the trade." Lying is the main tool. Personally, I have never been good at overt deception. So, I will not be able acquire "free" income and "free" services. Not to worry. I only require undisturbed long-term overnight parking, paid or otherwise, for the future homeless motorhome.

Other people spend all their time fiddling with their "smartphones." I now spend my time glancing at minivans passing by on the street or parked in various parking lots. In my mind, I have been working on a homeless motorhome itinerary to kerp the vehicle shaded and protected during the day. The missing link, of course, is where to find undisturbed overnight parking. Aside from the one paid (small and open) parking lot in A'ala Park, there are few street options. Beaches and parks are now closed at night and patrolled by the police. Parking structures have surveillance cameras and security guards on patrol. Street parking in residential neighborhoods is usually scrutinized by paranoid residents. Frankly, it's much easier to find a place to just camp out with a sleeping bag.

Camping out alone is very dangerous, though. The more astute homeless campers will share a spot with one or more homeless campers. Otherwise, a lone homeless camper is easy prey to predators, that is, other homeless guys who travel in packs of three. Their objective is thievery. Most of the "mysterious" deaths of homeless people occur when a robbery is botched. The victim is bludgeoned to death. So, when being robbed at night, a homeless victim should always act like he is fast asleep, not even flinching or making a sound.

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Moms is doing fine. With heavy rain showers looming laye this afternoon, I decided to return to Waimanalo early. I figured that the rain would be worse on that side of the island, making the commute on the two-lane road a veritable nightmare. Surprisingly, the weather was fairly clear upon my arrival. No evening outing. Oh well.

Once back in Waimanalo, there's not much to do except immerse myself on the Net. It's hard not to realize that precious time is being squandered on a benign activity. Anyway, I spent the time working on the "blog." The cheap "smartphone" has been instrumental in expediting the posting process. It is much easier for me to compose the "blog" using the cheap device. It's going to difficult to mummify and divest it.

Oh, I don't know anymore. Is there any way that I could convert the "blog" to an album of pictures of young hotties. No text, no commentary. Just young hotties. Peruse all of the young hotties in the images above. Are any words necessary to augment the pictures? Is my inane chronicle any match for the sheer beauty and pulchritude of young hotties? Obviously not.

Engineering

I have lost interest in just about everything, from my evening outings to time spent on the Net. Even eating has become a laborious task. The move to Waimanalo and the associated changes in life-style have exacted a toll on the ol' lavahead. The face of stone is ready to crack. With each passing day, homelessness is seemingly more viable as an alternative. As it is, I am already a pariah. Why not just go all the way already?

On the other hand, I should report that my expenses have not increased as significantly as previously thought. Of course, I have only reviewed December 2014 (i.e., pre-Waimanalo) expenses. Nonetheless, I plan to perform a full audit of this month's expenses with an aggressive cost-cutting initiative to be instituted immediately afterward. Any money that is flowing outward and not producing any personal satisfaction must be cut off.

The preformatting of "blog" posts has been completed for now. There are now 23 preformatted posts in the queue, if you can believe it. Each post has seven pictures of young hotties, which requires eight paragraphs of text. Of course, more pictures of young hotties will be continuously added to the archive. So, there will always be pictures of young hotties in the "blog" while it is active. Naturally, that's all subject to change.

Incidentally, I have been exploring other avenues of homelessness in the possible case that the homeless motorhome plan becomes inoperable. The homeless shelter, the airport, all are viable options now. Homeless logistics will also come to the forefront as previous projections are rendered obsolete. Logistical details will surface in the "blog" in future posts.

The morning commenced with laundry chores. Then, the commute to Hawai'i Kai, scenic yet so opposed to my mendicant life-style. The daily itinerary had to be modified. I rode the bus to town, procured an expensive cup of coffee at the snobbish coffee shop, and performed half of my usual workout at the gym. Maintenance work on a sump pump required the closure of the showers in the locker room.

I rode the bus back to Hawai'i Kai at 1pm and arrving there a little over an hour later. I stopped off at the snobbish coffee shop to procure a $1 baked good special (sale runs January 15th to February 2nd). The hottie who was on-duty was friendly, quite a difference from the staff in town. Then, I was off to the gym to complete my cardio workout and take a shower.

My mind has been preoccupied with matters of significance and trivia. Impending homelessness weighed heavily on my mind. Trivial matters, such as the mummification of the cheap "smartphone" and its service plan, were annoyingly intrusive. What is most stupifying is that homeless people do not pre-plan their homeless adventure. Rather, they continue "business as usual" until the money runs out. No logistics, no contingencies. Some may pray to a mythical deity for help. In the end, they just end up on the street, penniless, with all of their worldly possessions at their side. The newly homeless who own vehicles would have homeless motorhomes at their disposal. I am apparently the only person who must engineer his homelessness.

Anyway, I rode an earlier bus to Kahala to make a dentist appointment in person. I intended to stay there for my evening outing. However, I felt out of place in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall). I may be joining the ranks of the homeless in about a month. What do I have in common with the affluent people there? Absolutely nothing.